Rose leaned against the window, her gaze trained on the scene outside as she awaited the return of her husband.
Despite the pain wracking her nerves and hallucinations plaguing her senses, she found herself hoping for Albus' quick return.
The urge to go out in search of her husband rippled within once or twice but she managed to suppress it as she knew that was hardly in the state to carry out such an audacious act.
Apart from that, she feared that in a bid to find Albus, she would end up putting him in danger.
What if she stepped out and he returned to an empty house?
So she had no choice but to pray to the Hexad, hoping that it would bring her husband back safely to her.
Meanwhile, behind Rose, thick black liquid resembling ink covered the rug with its source tracing back to her.
It rippled as though alive.
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